How am I going to get out of bed, when in bed I have a purring cat and access to my email and the BBC World Service? Plus there's six or seven inches of snow out there. Days like this I wish I had a coffeemaker...

The reason for getting out of bed, though, is Zebediah. Getting out of bed means I can do my job, which means I can do my job well, which means I can leave this job with great accomplishments behind me, which means I can get a new job somewhere closer to Zebediah.

Getting out of bed is much easier when Zebbie appears next to me, in person, and says, "Wake up, Sascha! Time to put on daytime clothes!"